In Dutch

Rest in peace to my niggas left me hear to feel Everything in my soul I never thought was real All this fake love around me get you fucking killed So I stand alone and gaze upon this lonely hill In the distance see the gang these niggas know it's real La familia like foreman these niggas know the drill I concede with the Omen and thousand dollar bills I repent for my sins they won't let me heal Venom put into this pen I ain't got time to lose Constructing audio visuals tune your molecules Niggas questioning my judgement what I went through Put some g's up on their feet they bought some Gucci shoes She checked my last name ain't have to bring no Louis threw She cut the baklava making me Jamaican food Feel like the Don Dada I treat her like a goddess too Stand here like Zoro you wanna feel what I been through There was two sides to every fucking brick I flipped Niggas lying in their raps quite ridiculous My niggas dying while they young and I can't live with it Is God telling me to leave and not look back at this Is it success to have amethyst in your amulet When you don't even own your masters and don't stand for shit I take the horns up off the goat and i'ma brandish it Then look um in the eyes to see what type of man he is You're not my opposition i'm walking down on the goats My only competition we're not in the same boat I don't do simple writtens my shits luxurious leopards You're just a basic kitten I think their light is dimming Oh see my goddess the crown is divided I need a piece for my life is minused Thank you Big Sean for this flow I arrived in My watch is faceless my shit is timeless My life was nothing but shambles and torture Now i'm up with this fortune God I must be anointed I came up from the sticks used them to paint me a portrait It's abstract but it's gorgeous I know Dali would award this hollywood performance I ain't done got more shit Verbal getting enormous Might break bread with the corporate Might get head from a taurus Might go to bed in the morning Might take the night for enjoyment Might start giving employment Might stop giving them warnings They wanted the Nova Scotia flow Coming from a place where all they know is death and blow Young niggas imitating strippers how they grab the pole John Stockton and Malone that's how they get it give and go Masked up that's fosho selling guns or slanging dope The task force gone be at your door Free my nigga Tay and all my niggas that ain't coming home The world is cold the sun still showing Invest that money end up growing Loving these hoes you gone end up broke